Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 18

A faint sound of running water echoed through the phone.

Briony's breath hitched, but she forced herself to stay calm. "Irwin's fever still hasn't broken. The tests say he has acute bronchitis and pneumonia-he needs to be admitted for IV treatment."

Rosita's voice instantly tightened with worry. "How could this happen? Wasn't he perfectly fine when Stewart dropped him off this morning?"

The accusatory tone made Briony's brow furrow. "Ms. Lockwood, I have to remind you—Irwin's health is fragile. He has a long list of dietary restrictions."

With that, Briony ended the call.

She clenched her phone and glanced at Irwin, who lay on the hospital bed, sweating and restless even as he slept. A burning frustration twisted in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

A nurse came in and started Irwin's IV.

After about fifteen minutes, Irwin began to sweat, and his fever finally started to subside.

Just then, the door to the room swung open.

Stewart and Rosita hurried inside.

"Irwin!"

bedside, tears streaming as she

his cheek and

awake, and when he saw Rosita,

thick with emotion.

"Mom, don't go...'

harder, her love and worry for Irwin moving everyone

eyes fluttered closed, and he slipped

uncontrollably, as if Irwin

handing it to her. "Irwin's just resting.

took the handkerchief and, without a word, buried herself in Stewart's arms. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't had such a difficult labor, Irwin wouldn't be so weak now. I've

one strong arm around her shoulders, patting her gently. "Irwin would be upset

Rosita wept, Stewart murmured soothing words, comforting her the

unfold. Pain pricked at her

realized she had no reason to stay any

of the room. As she turned the corner, she nearly collided with Fiona, who was striding down the

before she could react, Fiona raised her hand and slapped her